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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 1 I slow the chevy then stop. I turn around and look back. There, behind the bedroom window, behind a lacy white curtain, I see a figure, a face, a waving hand, an old ghost from a crinkled black and white, arisen to meet me again, kiss me again in this darkness, returning to haunt my matchboxes and combs, the pretty Mexican girl with the black medusa tresses; She that licked my lips when pressed against hers; That is no ghost, or is it? Let me squint these sated eyes and double check. I see the slicker girl of 17 years dressed in ’69 day-glow That’s her. It’s not real. Never 2 Red girly fingernails tapping the chevy seat, always adjusting, turning dark brown pantyhose, and the radio, always planning and conniving a quick insecure glance at a perfumed compact. She opens her purse widely retrieving the white slicker tube; Then come the rituals of lips and tongues and sweetened spit ensuing there, ‘Hey Jude’ finding an angular perch behind them. 3 “Is the door locked?” Waves of Groucho on a Magnavox console emanating towards us from the next room over you and me are naked beneath the whites ridden in adolescent stains squirming under the cracks of raw unfiltered listening to Pink Floyd smearing alive the preposterous universe using Moog synthesizer knives as Janis from west Texas sprawls on a ironing board firmly positioned and plied She rides the fast horse two slippery hours ablaze “Honey, could you turn the dial?” 4 Bill Balance slings eggs and the Feminine Forum at 3, riding the waxy airways with staticky plumes This dead disc-jockey is breathing heavily again into a ghostly microphone. “Hey Alice, are you a married girl? Do you have a nice body? Do you have charging rhino haunches?” 5 “Come inside now. Hide under these columns, These stones of plastic marble, As the world finally ends, Finally trembles in the sinking sand. Who knew? Right? Joke’s on us, but honestly, We all knew it was coming, Hopefully later, but coming. Who knew it would happen Like this?“ I slow the chevy Then stop.
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